The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 102: Valentine Special - 8: Karen Can Wait 5000 Years for Benjamin Mark...

Chapter 102: Valentine Special Chapter 8: Karen Can Wait 5000 Years for Benjamin Mark...

Karen herself was standing upright... Watching everything unfold in the land of the living, watching everything go on without her.

She reached out toward her own corpse, her fingers passing straight through the air above the blood. There was no resistance, neither did she feel any touch. She just felt... nothing.

’Did I... die? Then... why I’m I not with Ben-chan?’

The thought hit her like ice water.

She looked up at the broken balcony twenty-three floors above; how it had jagged edges of glass and splintered wood still hanging open.

Then back down at the ruined thing that used to be her body.

And she waited.... She waited for maybe a light, for maybe a spiritual tunnel to appear.

She waited for Benjamin’s voice to call her name, so they’ll both be together forever.

But none of those happened.

As the horror of her failed plan finally seeped into her mind, she began to drift upward, weightless, and passing through the shattered doorframe and into the apartment.

The silver and red balloons still bobbed against the ceiling, as if mocking her. The cake sat untouched on the kitchen counter, the frosting glistening.

Her mother’s bag of croissants lay spilled on the floor. Alice’s pink jacket was crumpled where she had dropped to her knees.

Karen floated through the apartment, then out through the wall, down the street, past the city lights, past the highways, past the rivers, and back to the farmhouse.

The fields were overgrown now, and the barn sagged. The house looked smaller, the paint peeling, the windows dark.

She passed through the front door without opening it, drifted through the living room, the kitchen, up the stairs...

Then she went out into Benjamin’s old separate room, to find the bed was gone, the table was gone, and only dust and emptiness remained.

Tears began to drip from her eyes as she curled up on the empty room, on the floor, trembling in silence.

"Somehow... I’m... all alone...?" She whimpered. "But why, Ben-chan...? Why did you leave me all alone? I prepared everything for us... And you just had to die and mess it up... Baka! Please, come and take me away from here already... I’m scared... N... Nobody can see me..." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

She sniffed and sobbed on the ground for what felt like days, before—

"Oh? A crying ghost," the voice of a small child sounded in the room. "Let’s see... Ah, you seem to be that deranged woman that killed herself some weeks ago... I was watching..."

He laughed a bit, holding his small head, with his white hair ruffling, then his dark, double pupil eyes laid on her again.

"Hey, deranged woman... I can take you to him, if you wan—"

"I want! Please, take me to him!" Karen rushed to the boy on her knees, as more tears spilled from her eyes. "I’ll do anything, please!"

"Anything, huh?" He rubbed his chin in thought. "If I do this, Elyndor can’t consider it me breaking the rules. So buckle up, deranged woman... I’ll take you to the place your beloved is."

Karen paused for a second, then she brightened in a cheerful smile, just about to thank him—

Then he squinted. "But... You’ll have to find him yourself. If I interfere too much, Elyndor will try to seal me to sleep again—and that’s just plainly annoying, you know."

Karen slowly nodded at his words, despite not really understanding what he was even saying.

"Listen to me," he continued. "I want you to do something when you’re in the world of your beloved. The 8th Celestial war will occur a small while after your rebirth. So I want you to keep the Star Dragon, Seraphina, away from the idiot called Lazarus, you hear me?

"Find a way to become very powerful in the few times you have, so you can at least keep her busy. If she gets involved in the war, it’d be harder to bring Namadris there without endangering his soul again. He has died about three thousand times already. As a result, if you successfully keep Seraphina away from the 8th Celestial war, I will bring your darling safely to that world 5000 years later, and he would be the strongest.

"So one question is, can you wait for him for 5000 yea—"

"Yes!!" Karen exclaimed instantly, her expression stern.

"Uhm... can you hesitate a bit more? You are throwing me off here," he said, half-closing his eyes in clear exhaustion, his white lashes fluttering down.

Dark crescents shadowed the delicate skin beneath them, and his small shoulders sagged as though carrying an impossible weight. "Are you not even suspicious of me?"

Karen’s form flickered faintly in the fractured dark, room blurring like smoke caught in a draft. Then she met his gaze without baulking.

"There is nothing more I can do now," she answered, with a steady and resolute voice. "If there is even a 1% chance I’ll meet Ben-chan again, I’ll take it! I’ll fight this Star Dragon for you. Just bring me Ben-chan safe and sound eventually. You can do that, right? You’re a god, right?"

The small boy regarded her for a long moment, then the faintest of smiles touched his lips; small, and a bit tired, but truthfully genuine.

"I like those eyes of yours. You are serious about Namadris," he murmured, before his expression darkened once more. "He just died again, at the hands of Lucifer."

"On the other hand, I’ll kill Lucifer too!" Karen balled her fist.

"Calm yourself, Lucifer does not have to die. And you can’t even kill him..." he waved, "I’m about to reverse time there again. This will be the 3001st time I’m doing it. So stop Seraphina from joining the war. DO NOT FAIL ME."

A pulse of warm and light liquid substance washed over Karen’s form, sinking into her midpoint like flowing rays of lights.

[Blessing of the Time God, received]

The words shimmered briefly in Karen’s mind before fading. Immediately afterward, colder silver script etched itself across her soul:

{[Eye of Infinity] established.}

"You’ll be a god-touched in the new world of Elyndor," the boy said quietly.

And around him the space there began to tear, slowly ripping off like wet paper, then with a sharp, scraping sound.

Violet light spilled from the space wound, dense and radiant, carrying the dim metallic scent of ozone and crushed stardust.

The boy said again, "Depending on how you perform, Namadris’s fate could be bleak."

Then from the torn space stepped a small girl—